The experience of consciousness . . . How could I ever ask for anything more than this?
The ‘I’ that exists may or may not be some kind of entity. ‘I’ may be some absolute, space-like presence or pure awareness. I have no idea what this ‘I’ is.
But I’m sure that I am.
I know that I am and I know that I can know no more than this.
She abandoned the belief that life in that particular moment and set of circumstances could have been some other way.
For this experience of simply being conscious I feel nothing but gratitude.
Clearly something is going on here . . . though I have no idea what that ‘something’ is or where ‘here’ might be.
The simple truth is that I have absolutely no idea what I am.
How could I?